[ Noctis stares at the parmesan-covered crust, relatively aghast because this is Ignis, and the man has always had a healthy regime going on. ]
Are you going wild on me, Iggy?
[ But he has to admit that he's impressed. All the same, Noctis doesn't talk about all that's happened before because it's not worth remembering; he thinks back on it with a profound sense of guilt. He had been nice, that young man -- but he's not Ignis. Nobody can ever take his place, really. That Ignis has cared for him like this just about all his life makes him feel warm, draws out an incredible tenderness in him.
He's quiet for a moment, then: ] Let me care for you, too. It's high time, right?
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Are you going wild on me, Iggy?
[ But he has to admit that he's impressed. All the same, Noctis doesn't talk about all that's happened before because it's not worth remembering; he thinks back on it with a profound sense of guilt. He had been nice, that young man -- but he's not Ignis. Nobody can ever take his place, really. That Ignis has cared for him like this just about all his life makes him feel warm, draws out an incredible tenderness in him.
He's quiet for a moment, then: ] Let me care for you, too. It's high time, right?